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Mittwoch, 25. Mai 2016

My name is ElilKani and I'm
19yrs old. I'm of Indian nationality and was an only child of two loving
parents which were also only children. My mom and dad married out of love and
eloped, because they didn't have the consent of their families as my dad was
Christian and my mom Hindu. We lived happily in a 2 bedroom apartment in Mumbai,
we weren't wealthy but we were happy and I had a great but very sheltered
childhood.

My parents were pretty rigid about their views on my upbringing. At a pretty
young age I started to develop, at the age of 11 I got my period and already
had perky B cup breasts. This aroused boy's interest in me. Something that my
parents found cute and they teased me about it. But they also laid down the
rules; that I would have time for boyfriends and the like, later in life (after
I finished my studies).

Now I needed to be a 'good girl', and immerse myself in my studies. They didn't
allow me to go to parties and even school events were out of the question
without supervision, and if they agreed I had an 8 o'clock curfew. This was
madding. Sleepover at friends was also out of the question, as I said pretty
sheltered childhood.

When I turned 15 my mom got news that her dad had passed away a few yrs back
and now her mom was on her deathbed. My mom was broken hearted about the news;
the fact that she was an only child only compounded the misery. So after
talking things over with dad, she tried to see her mother and her relatives, In
the hopes of at least patching things up with her before she died.

But time didn't soften grandma's heart; she blamed granddad's death on my mom's
actions, and told her she would never forgive her. She died a few days later
and mom came back pretty depressed.

After that things got from bad to worse, after around 2 yrs dad got into a bad
accident and died. As mom was a housewife, she didn't have anyway of supporting
us and the fact that she had never gotten over her broken heart because of her
parents rejection, didn't help the situation.

My dad's parents were still alive and when they found out what had happened
they were ready to forget the past and help us out as they were pretty well of
& I was their only grandchild.

To me all this felt like I was thrown into a tornado, didn't know which way was
up and was very worried about my mom. My grandparents were there trying to help
the best they could. By I couldn't ignore the fact that mom never smiled or
laughed.

One afternoon after a few months of us moving in with them, when I got back
from school, I found a lot of people at my grandparents house, in my bones I
knew something bad had happened and then my grandpa came a hugged me, telling
me that my mom was dead. I fainted mid sentence. Didn't get to hear the bit
where he added that she had committed suicide. Found that out later.

They say that there are 7 stages of grief and I felt each and every one of them
on 'my skin' and in my soul. The shock and denial came hand in hand with the
pain and guilt, as did the depression and loneliness, because I was alone. My
grandparents were there, but they were strangers.

The strongest emotion was anger. I was angry at everyone and everything. It
wasn't easy to live with me at that point in time. Because I was hurting I
wanted everybody around me to hurt. And the main two people who I could take
out my frustration on were my grandparents; I did everything to drive them mad.
If they said 'day' I would shout 'night' etc.

Grandpa made an effort to understand and forgive, but after a while my grandma
had had enough.

One day I said something that was too much for her, and after shouting and
berating me she pulled me to my granddads study. "Enough is enough!"
she shouted to the room in general. "I can't take this anymore! This child
is spoiled and it's about time she was taught a lesson" she informed my
grandpa. "If she doesn't understand kind words. It's time to make her see
the hard way, how to respect her elders".

My granddad tried to reason with her, saying I had gone through a lot already.

I stood there with my head down awaiting judgment. "No, I've had enough of
her mouth. Tired of understanding. It's almost been a year. She isn't a baby
anymore, she's 18 yrs old almost a grown woman. But if she will act like a
child, we will treat her like one. And why are you excusing her behavior. You
used to spank our son for a lot less. So either you do it, or I will and I
won't be so compassionate..." she said, letting go of my hand with disgust
and walking out the room.

My grandpa got up from behind his desk with a sad look on his face that said
'I'm sorry dear'. But I knew I wasn't going to get out of the spanking, which
worried me as I didn't like pain and my parents had never reprimanded me using
harsh world let alone hit me.

He sat on the leather sofa that was in the room and lifted his hand in a silent
request for me to come forward.

"Please grandpa" I pleaded softly, but before he could answer or I
could add anything to my plea, my grandma was back with a paddle (the one you
play ping-pong with) in her hand, I was shocked. She handed it over to grandpa
and looked at me. I didn't know what to do, "I'll be good" I pleaded,
"please grandma".

"No. You have to learn your lesson" thus saying she left the room.

I looked at my grandpa and seeing no out, went over to him and lay down,
stomach first on his thighs.

I had a pretty voluptuous body, having blossomed and grown even more as the
years progressed. Now my breasts were big tear shaped D cups and my bottom was
in proportion to my top half, which mean it was pretty voluptuous as well. This
being said I hadn't planned on getting spanked, so I was wearing a nightdress
which was knee length, with white cotton panties and a bra underneath.

When I bent over my grandpa's knees the nighty rode up my thighs. But I was
more worried about the pain & thinking less about how modest the view was.

"Sorry Eli" grandpa whispered and brought down the paddle on one ass
cheek, I yelped in pain, ok more in surprise then serious pain. Was waiting for
another blow, as I knew it wouldn't be a 'one spank' thing, but instead felt
grandpa's warm palm rubbing softly over the place he just spanked. The feeling
was soothing and comforting.

"Again" he said, and before I understood what he meant, I felt the
smack of the paddle on the other cheek making me yell out again more in shock
& wonder then pain. Again he stroked my smacked ass cheek making me feel
all tingly between my legs.

"Stop going so soft on her," I heard my grandma shout from somewhere
outside the room, probably the kitchen (she loved to cook).

"Ok! But then I won't use the paddle. Cause it will hurt her too
much" my grandpa shouted back. His hand still resting and stroking my
behind, sending tingling sensations into the pit of my belly.

"And stop shouting orders, useless you want to do the job!" he
finished. Moving me off his knees gently, crossing over to the door and locking
it.

I was lost in all these new sensations building inside me so much so that I
remained kneeling, my butt sticking out, my upper body and head resting on the
sofa with my eyes closed. As if waiting for more, even though I didn't know
what more was. Like an open invitation.

When I opened my eyes I saw my grandpa watching me, smiling. I smiled back
blushing.

He walked towards me and sat down besides me. Rubbing and stroking my ass with
his big warm palm.

Without any invitation I moved once more into position, bent over his knees. His
knowing smile never left his face as he kept rubbing my ass cheeks, moving his
hands from one to the other, massaging & rubbing. "Again?" he
asked his voice sounding all breathy & deep. This time "Yes" I
more sighed then answered.

Cupping his palm he hit my ass, the sound was loud but it didn't burn or even
hurt, but what did happen was that I felt the shock wave hit me deep inside,
between my legs. It felt as if he had touched me there it was an amazing
feeling. "Again" I pleaded breathily, wanting to feel these new
sensations all over again.

Could feel his smile even though he didn't laugh out loud. He started to paddle
my ass, first one cheek then the other, one palm hitting the other stroking and
massaging. The feelings building inside me were like none other, that I had
ever felt in my life, and I wanted more.

My palms were flat on the floor pushing my ass higher into his hands wanting,
what I didn't know, but the sensations were so good I was getting wet and
wetter as the claps thundered across my butt cheeks. I kept rubbing my thighs
together, pressing harder and as the intensity of his biting palms intensified,
I found myself being blown apart from the inside out, shaking visible as my
first ever orgasm overtook me.

My legs gave way and I flopped back down over his strong knees, every bone in
my body turning to mush. He slipped his hand under my nighty and stroked my now
red ass. When I recovered I was a bit ashamed and couldn't look him in the eye
when I slipped down to the floor. He kissed my forehead and got up, opened the
door and left the room.

I sat there, head bent in thought. Trying to get my head around what had just
happened. When my grandma came in, I didn't even know how much time had passed I
was so dazed, "hope you learned your lesson ElilKani. Be obedient and good
and this won't happened again. Otherwise no matter how old you are you will get
the same treatment, the next time, even worst".

Didn't answer her just got up quietly and went to my room. Laid on my bed and
couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I was ashamed and very
confused. My poor grandpa, what he must think of me. But the more I thought
about what happened, I found myself getting 'turned on'. So I got into the
bathroom and thought a cool shower would 'cool me off'.

It was mid afternoon and that's the time my grandparents usually take a midday
nap. So I took only a towel and got into the shower not bothering to lock the
door as the servants also took a break and the house was usually quite. Was
under the shower letting the cool water wash over me, when I felt someone
watching me, turned to see grandpa standing near the bathroom door.

I don't know why but I turned around letting his eyes drank in my young naked
body, letting him see every part of me. Slowly his eyes traveled over my body.
Sending shivers down my spine. He smiled but didn't say a thing. I started
soaping myself, running my hand over my big tear shaped boobs, over my
chocolate brown areolas, touching the tips of my now hard nipples.

Seeing him lick his lips I return to massage my tits, taking them in my hands
lifting them up and letting them fall back so he could see they were heavy and
bouncy. I was getting turned on, touching myself like this in front of my
grandpa. Watching him look at me touch myself was mind blowing. I turned around
to get more soap and when I turned back around there was no one there. Was I
going mad? I wondered.

I was so wet and hot, could feel my pussy throbbing, begging for release. So I
took the shower hose and directed it in between my legs. Leaning back and
opening myself up to the force of the water, which gushed over my clit time and
again until very fast I started to feel the beginning of another orgasm. After
a while I relaxed and finished my shower getting back to my room in no time and
got dressed.

That evening sitting at the dinner table I couldn't look either of them In the
eye. They talked among themselves. Grandma reminded grandpa that she wouldn't
be home tomorrow as she was going on a trip with the other members of her 'book
club' they had made reservations at some spa out of town and would be making
the day of it. She might stay the night as it is pretty far off, and she didn't
know if she could keep up with all the traveling.

So she gave instructions to the servants, to get breakfast, lunch and dinner
ready and when grandpa was hungry. He should tell me to serve him and not rely
on the servants which had a lot of other duties lined up for them. After dinner
I went to my room as I wasn't allowed to watch TV and read some book. Pretty
soon got bored and fell asleep.

I woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning it was pretty dark outside, didn't know
what woke me and then heard my grandma shouting at someone, guess a servant. She
liked shouting at people. The only one she didn't dare shout at was grandpa. He
was 70 yrs old, 5'9 with a beer belly and salt and pepper hair. I loved his
smile because it came from his eyes.

I really felt alone and all those nights I cried or had nightmares and woke
with a fright my grandpa being a light sleeper, would be there to hold me and
reassure me that all will be OK. And I never doubted him, not even for a sec.

But after what happened previously my thoughts about him turned from a fatherly
figure to a man, a lover. I couldn't wrap my head around all these new
feelings. Was it OK? How could I think these dirty thoughts about someone I was
related to, who was blood. But I knew one thing after what had happened; there
was no going back to the way thing used to be.

I could, would never think of him as only a relative that I depend upon. So
what to do now? Should I do something? Did he feel the same? What would he do
if I tried to get close to him? So many thought were racing in my head that I
almost didn't hear my grandma's parting goodbyes.

I lay in there dark listening to the noises in the house, as time passed it got
quieter and quieter until there was only silence. Could hear me heart thudding
in my chest, thought the sound would wake the household, but all was quite.

Seconds passed by, they felt like hours. Don't know what I was waiting for, but
I had made an important decision. If there was ever a man I trusted, knew that
he cared and would never hurt me was my grandpa, so who better to educated me
in the ways of men and women. That's if he was willing, but couldn't think
about that part now, so got out of bed my heart racing removed my panties which
were already drenched with my juices.

Had on only my nightshirt and panties, didn't wear a bra to sleep so was ready
to make my move. Walked as quietly as possible down the corridor not the alert
the servants' and stopped in front of my grandparent's bedroom. My heart
thudding sharply in my chest. What if I open the door and my grandpa's was
awake? What if he asks me what I'm doing there?

Taking a fortifying breath I slowly open the door, the room is dark. I slip in
and close the door behind me. Stand there trying to get a hold of my nerves and
also letting my eyes get use to the dark, see the bed and the silhouette of his
body lying on it. Let my breath out slowly, at least he's asleep I think with a
sigh of relief.

I slowly move close to the bed and climbed in, slipping under the blanket next
to him. I notice he wasn't wearing a thing and was lying on his side perfect
for spooning. So I scoot up slowly with my back to him. My heart racing, I
slowly pulled up my nightshirt so I could feel his warm belly touch my back, I
scoot my butt further back so I could feel the length of his front touch the
length of my back till my thighs. I need the feel of skin on skin so i roll
down my panties and slide them off and pull of the top as well. lying back
close to him, it feels really good to me I want to rub myself against him,
because his skin isn't as smooth as mine and it feels good.

I lay there like that for a while enjoying the sensation. Rubbing myself
against his body, slowly like a cat. The next thing I notice is that
something's growing, feel something hard pressing against my ass. I didn't
think this could get any better. I was in heaven just the feeling of his shaft
pressed up against me turned me on so bad I was extremely wet.

I never knew why girls used to go on about men's penises, it was weird to me. Once
saw a picture when some girl brought her brother's porn to school, I was so
grossed out that I took one peek and ran a mile. But now the feeling of my
grandpa's member hard and hot against me was making me wet and wild to know
more.

His shaft kept growing, I could feel the length. By the time it was rock hard
it must have been 2 1/2 inches wide and about 11 to 11 1/2 inches long and as
hard as a rock, hot rock. I wondered if he was awake, but thought again cause
he wasn't making any noises or protests to me being in his bed and lying so
close to him in my state of undress. I opened my legs just enough for it to
slide right up against my pussy. Which was soaking wet.

I could feel the pulsation of his cock on my clit which vibrated in my pussy
which made me cum by the beat of the pulsation alone. The next thing I felt was
his hands moving to the front of my waist from either side. I thought he was
asleep and I was worried that he would get mad at me. But I guess he wasn't;
not asleep or mad cause all he whispered was "Just lie still Eli and
grandpa will take good care of you".

I was a bit shocked as I didn't think he would want me, let alone encourage me
like this. But all reason went out of my mind when he touched my clit with his
thick long finger, it was better so much better then me touching myself it
drove me nuts and I could feel my pussy throb.

He penetrated my tight pussy hole opening my virginal pussy with his
inquisitive finger. That finger continued to penetrated my pussy stretching my
hymen with his thick finger which was fat and long, it burned for a sec but my
drenched pussy juices smoothed the way, and he could push it deeper still. Until
it was buried in me. Within minutes it went from pain to pleasure.

I was moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingering my wet tight pussy hole. He
kept finger fucking me after a while adding another finger which sent pain and
pleasure rippling through my body making me move my hips faster on his hand,
fucking his fingers harder as they fucked me faster. He moved his other hand
which was all the while on my hips holding me close to his front and he took
hold of his cock and positioned it in between my thighs, the tip of his
throbbing cock head to my tight hot dripping wet pussy hole.

His finger still fucking me his other hand back on my hips and then lifting my
thigh opening me wide and with one quick push he penetrated my pussy hole, his
cock was so big and wide it hurt even worse then his fingers. But at the same
time that he penetrated me I had my first orgasm of the night, which was the
most explosive orgasm I ever had in my life. He held on to my waist with his
both his hands, his cock reamed my pussy so hard. I screamed in ecstasy. One
orgasm after another washed over me, my vagina muscles constricting around him
holding him tightly as they went through one wave after another.

He fucked my pussy nonstop for 30 minutes or more I lost time. Hard jolting
pounding into me, his belly bumping against my waist from behind.

After what seemed like eternity he slowed, even though he hadn't cum yet, he
pulled out slowly and turned me around to face him, I gave him a big wet kiss. He
smiled as I wrapped my arms around him hugging him close. I could feel his cock
still hot and rock hard bellow me, I slid my body against him but he wanted me
on top of him and he directed me onto him and he slid his cock into my pussy
again. I started to ride him, bouncing up and down feeling the full length of
him open me up and touch me deep inside, even better then when we were
spooning.

I was moving faster and faster, could feel him moving his hips up and down
faster and higher, trying to meet me fuck for fuck, not wanting our genitals to
part even for a second and before I knew what was happening he exploded in my
tight swollen wet pussy, it felt so good that I came at the same time again.

I collapsed on top of him in a heap of skin, bones and sweat and fell asleep. Later
that morning I woke up with his cock still in me and all I had to do was sit up
and start to ride him waking his too, his cum and my juices lubricated the way
and sent me into another orgasm. We fucked all that morning and day.

I never
thought sex was all that, until the first time my grandpa fucked me and now I
go to my grandpa's bed as often as I can. I also understand why my parents we
against me having a bf before my studies where through. Cause now that I'm
sexually active we meet and fuck whenever and wherever and as long as I get my
pussy brutally pounded by my grandpa I am happy. I love sex and I love my
grandpa for teaching and guiding me on this lustful path.

Chapter 2

I didn't
know how hot blooded my beautiful voluptuous granddaughter really was, not
until our first sexual encounter, that took place several hrs ago. But I think
I had a feeling, the sec I took that paddle to her firm round young behind,
that she was a little nympho deep inside, that needed to discover her true
calling.

The first clue came when she was lying there on my knees wanting me to hit her,
almost begging for it. Her ample bosoms smashed against the side of my thigh,
shoving her round firm ass in my face, an ass that was accentuated by her tiny
waist. It took every ounce of my strength to stop myself from tearing off her
nighty and panties and giving her pussy the 'beating' of its life, with my hard
cock.

Since the first day I saw her, the day I went to pick her and her mother up at
the airport .I was astonished that kid had a body of a woman fully developed
with heavy tits that bounced with every step she took and a behind that was
lush round, high and firm.

I felt my dick get hard looking at her, but pushed away any naughty thoughts as
she was a kid and my kid at that, all that was left of my son. As the days
followed, her presence in the house drove me wild, thinking of fucking her
brains out, touching and squeezing her big tits knowing she would have big
nipples, well hoping she would have huge areolas and nipple to go with her big
tits.

So I could suck on them all day. Used to jack-off day and night since the day
they landed, the image of her laying on her bed only a few doors away was
madding and driving me crazy.

As the months passed I wanted her only more, and the fact that she was my
granddaughter didn't come into consideration. To tell you the truth I didn't
give a dam. When I saw her I only saw, tits, pussy and ass. Felt like a lion
that hasn't been feed for a long while.

Well that was the reality, haven't had sex with my wife in ages, she is more
into the ladies groups arranging this and that. More interested in spending my
money then getting me off. When she turned 50 she happily announced that she
wasn't interested in sex. She didn't mind if I found release outside as long
and it was discreet. Which I did on occasion, long before her announcement,
even had a few mistresses along the years that 'took care' of me in return of
me 'taking care' of them financially.

But as I got older I found myself getting bored and tired with all the young
women that would do anything for money & found that my cock lost interest
in all the young cunt that was offered to me.

So from time to time, once in a few months found some young thing to polish my
cock of. But nothing more. This was going on for a while, almost 5 yrs now. And
then the heavens shown down upon me, sending me ElilKani, who had a body of a
goddess and had my cock hard 24-7 starving for her, drooling all the time like
I was a young man starving for a woman's body, the addition of her being my
granddaughter & shy to boot only added to the attraction on my part.

Was breaking my mind as to how I should approach this situation. How to turn a
good obedient girl into a sex starved nymph. The fact that she was my
grandchild, or that my wife and her mother were around, were huge obstacles. That
would take time and precise planning. And then her mom goes and commits
suicide, freezing any and all moves, putting a stop to all my fantasies turning
into reality.

There is no love lost between me and my wife, she was an arranged marriage that
was convenient more to my father then me. As any obedient son I had to do
whatever was ordered, without questions. As the family's name was more
important than my personal pleasure. So when I was told that I would marry her,
because of her family's wealthy and connection. That in turn would further my
family's prestige and name, I did it. Had sex only to have a son and later on
did it as a duty until I got the reprieve. But unknowingly she gave me the gift
my heart desired my granddaughter and for that

I will always be thankful to her. Because she put her literally into my lap
'with a bow on', she created a situation that allowed me to know what a slutty
little nymph I had in Eili. At the same time allowing Eili to discover all on
her own, what a hungry little slut she was.

So finding her rubbing her perfect smooth ass against me after my wife left for
her spa day, wasn't such a shock. Was going to take my time seducing her but
she beat me to the punch. All the better, unknowingly she was slipping into her
'place' without any pressure or guidance from me. Which was so much more
stimulating than me conning her would have ever have been.

Now I had the upper hand. The fact that she was a virgin was mind blowing and
very satisfying. As I felt that now after all these yrs I was getting back my
lost youth. Now, I was doing this for my pleasure alone and I would make sure
that she would keep on being mine, for as long as I got a hard on naturally or
drug induced. Didn't want any young buck coming along and stealing that pussy
from me. My taking her virginity was my seal of ownership over her body.

After a long night of fucking I lay utterly exhausted, lying on the bed next to
her perfectly fucked body. It was earlier afternoon and she was sleeping
deeply. She lay next to me on her back, one hand covering her eyes the other
palm down on her stomach. I was awake drinking in her youth, I bet every part
of her body pained. And was all wet and sticky with her juices and my cum. Oh
man how many times had I cum into that tight cunt, I lost count.

Towards the end she had started to plead and beg for me to cum, cause she
couldn't take it anymore, her swollen wet clitoris was very sensitive, to the
point of pain.

A shudder of pleasure ran through me, looking down at myself, a sharp contrast
was evident; my old skin sprinkled with white hairs, most of my pubic hairs
were white as snow, highlighting my large dark brown penis that lay soft and
wilted on my hairy balls and on my left thigh. Even though I was exhausted I
got a tingling feeling in my cock that was shocking at my age, taken into
consideration that I had fucked her for hours, in the early morning after my
wife left and again after a few hrs, when she woke me, riding my already hard
cock, she was like fucking Viagra.

Thinking about all the ways I used and would use her young body sent another
tremor through my cock and belly. I couldn't help myself any longer as my cock
started to get hard and ooze pre-cum. I moved closer to her, sliding my hands
up her body and tweaked her plumped out nipples, while rubbing and humping my
prick on her thigh.

"oh baby I want to suckle your big tits? Let grandpa suck those beautiful
tits" I said hotly aloud even though she wasn't awake yet to give her
approval. I tilted my head down and bit lightly on her right nipple, while
kneading and pulling on her left. Eli gasped and clutched at the back of my
head. Instinctively her legs opened and I threw my leg over her so I could rub
her pussy with my knee while still suckling and humping my hard swollen prick
on my slutty girl's inner thigh. Her hands were running through my hair and the
back of my head and she started to gasp and sigh. I could feel her cunt juice
flowing mingled with my cum, her pussy was so hot against my leg.

I climbed up over her and spread her legs in front of me, ready and willing. What
a hungry little slut I had. I kissed her from her red swollen nipples, slowly
down her firm, taught belly. She gasped and moaned louder as I got closer to
her love hole. Gently, I spread her swollen lips further apart until she was
completely open before me, and I knelt down and ever so gently, licked up her
slick wet clit.

"OH!! OH! Ummmm!! Grandpaaaa" she moaned.

I licked her again, but this time I paid special attention to my little slut's
love button. I licked her in small circles and gently kissed her sweet hot
cunt. Eli was writhing and bucking all over the bed, so I took her by her legs
and pushed her knees up to my shoulders.

"Oh grandpa!! ooooh grandpa! Ohhhhhh...what are you doing to
meeeeee??!!" she gasped.

I was going to teach my little slut what pleasure really felt like, and I
couldn't think, just felt and knew that her pussy tasted so good, her tastes
mingled up with my cum and it was so hot. I licked her up and down her pussy
lips, kissing and sucking them while holding her legs up so she couldn't move. When
I rimmed her little asshole, she squealed in delight.

"mmmm , you like that Eli... ahh?" I asked.

"Oh yes grandpa, I do! Don't stop, please!"

While I licked and sucked her young clit, I slid my finger up into her hot
swollen cunt hole, gently and slowly moving it in and out. Eli was clutching
the sides of the bed bucking and moaning. I pulled my finger out, wet and slick
from her pussy juice and my cum and inserted it into her little asshole, while
sucking harder on the swollen hot sensitive clit. This drove her insane. But, I
didn't want to make her come just yet. She was breathless and gasping but I
stopped.

"Ooh, I am far from finished with you young lady...grandpa is going to
show you what it feels like to become a woman. His woman!

I positioned myself between her knees and placed the tip of my cock at her
swollen tight hole. I swear I wanted to explode right there all over again. I
wanted to ram her cunt hard and fast, I wanted to pound her hot little pussy.

I wanted to fuck her so hard and grind my dick into her. But after the hrs of
fucking her virgin pussy wasn't used to, I needed to be careful with her. I
didn't want to hurt her too badly, and I wanted her to enjoy getting fucked. I
was her grandpa, and it was up to me to make sure that my little slut had the
best.

Carefully, I inserted the tip. Eli let out a small cry and tried to move away
from me, but I had her pinned down so that she couldn't escape.

"Don't move, don't! Just let grandpa put it in. Eli, trust me, relax...it
will be alright. You have to get use to being fucked, your hot tight hole has
to get use to cock my dear" I whispered to her.

"Oh grandpa. But it hurts so. ooooh god it hurts. My pussy is really
sensitive..." she cries as I push my cock some more into her tight wet
hole.

"I know baby, I know. Just for a minute, I promise. Then you will get use
to it. You like fucking grandpa, no?"

"oh yes, I love fucking you grandpa. It feels so good" Eli moans and
cries, lying still trying to relax.

Oh her pussy was so swollen and tight! I took my time, and gently moved in and
out until I buried my hot hard cock deep into Eli's hot cunt. My cock was
jammed tight and I filled her pussy all the way to the base of my prick.

"it's all in...deep in, all the way...you're my good little slut. My good
little girl". I cooed; lying there with my rock hard cock rammed deep in
my granddaughters pussy. Didn't move a muscle, just lay there on top of her and
run my fingers through her hair until she stops crying and gets over the
initial shock of having her pussy invaded by my 11 ½ inch cock.

I smiled at her and say "I know my little nympho, relax, just relax, it's
just because you're not used to being fucked & I'm going to make you feel
good now...I promise."

Slowly I move my cock in and out of her. Controlling my urge to screw that hot
little cunt hard. I play with her clit while I screw her tight little pussy. I
angled my cock a little to the left, and up. that's where her G-Spot is
supposed to be, and bingo there it is.

I feel her pussy clamp down hard around my throbbing cock, and I feel my
whore's hot love juices gush out of her swollen little fuck whole and all over
my rock hard cock. "Oh FUCK! OH,oooohhh you're going to make your grandpa
squirt his love juice all up inside you!! OH you naughty little slut!
UUUUGHGGGHGHHHHH!!"

I shout as I feel my dick spasm so hard that I see white lights and fell myself
squirt hot cum deep inside my little girls love hole, I keep pumping her tight
hole as her vagina milks ever drop from my cock.

I rolled over exhausted and she comes with me, I hold her close to my body, my
wet, limp cock resting against my baby's thigh. Eli has a mixture of her juices
and more of my cum oozing out of her cunt hole.

She is breathless and her heart is pounding as I hold her close to me. "Is
your little cunt okay baby?" I quietly ask as I kiss her forehead and hug
her close.

"Yes grandpa, my cunt is sensitive but it doesn't hurt as much anymore. That
was wonderful grandpa. It felt wonderful. I love fucking"

"Grandpa knows where to touch you. How to make you feel wonderful, as you
are grandpa's little whore. Knew this the first time I saw you." I smile
"...that u would be a cock hungry nympho and I'm so happy to find out that
my thoughts were correct".

From that day on every time my wife goes out I take Eli to a hotel or my office
and fuck the living daylights out of her hungry cunt. She loves every min of it
and asks for me, even coming to my room at night when my wife is asleep besides
me, touching me and stroking me off quietly making sure we don't wake her.

And when I can't stand it any more we move to her bedroom and I fuck her until
she cries for me to stop, but I keep fucking her until my cock hurts or until
its time for my wife to wake up.

We even take advantage of my wife's need for discipline & I take Eili into
my office to be spanked on a weekly basis, just now the spanking is done when
Eili is bare assed naked & I finger fuck her or use Ben Wa ball inserted
into her tight dripping hole before I start spanking her, which only added to
the whole experience.

Eli knows she is my slut and that her body and hungry pussy hole are mined
alone, to use as I like. Whenever I call, no matter what she is doing or where
she is, she stops everything and comes to satisfy her horny old grandpa. She is
the slut every man should have as lover, daughter, granddaughter and wife.

Mittwoch, 18. Mai 2016

Holly and her parents were
worried about her grandfather. He came to live with them a year and a half ago,
after the death of his wife. As expected, he was saddened over his loss but
about a year later he adjusted to this new phase in his life and was generally
up beat. This new pessimistic mood saddened Holly as he had always been so kind
to her and they had a special, close relationship

Lately, however, he was crabby and depressed affecting the whole family. No one
knew what was going on with him. His son, Dan, tried to discuss his behavior
but he wouldn't talk about his negative attitude. For the past few weeks Holly
and her mom, Sheri, took turns checking on him at night to be sure he took his
medication and inquiring if he needed anything. This was a chore neither looked
forward to as he was usually surly with them.

Ed's routine was to go to his room after dinner and watch television or surf
the internet. The retreat to his room gave Holly and her parents some peaceful
time to themselves. Holly, attending the Community College, used the time to
study.

Tonight was Holly's turn to check on Grandpa. "Oh Mom do I have to?... He
has gotten so rude."

"I know Holly it's tough on all of us ... but he is your grandfather and
we are his only family.. He needs our help no matter how nasty he gets.... Dan,
you should try talking to your dad again." Dan nodded.

Holly pulled her nightie over her supple eighteen year old body. She drew a
cold a glass of water from the refrigerator door place it on a tray and walked
to her granddad's room. The door was closed. She knocked softly. There was no
answer so she slowly opened the door. The first thing Holly noticed was a
picture of a young women's hand wrapped around the huge dick of an older man on
the computer screen. Startled, she looked to the bed. Ed was lying on his back.
His pajama pants were open and his hand against his limp cock which nested in
his salt and pepper pubic hair... A hot flash rushed through her body, her
puffy pink nipples hardened as she moved to the bed. She set the tray on the
nightstand.

Ed did not move... he appeared to be asleep. Holly touched his hand and in an
apparent reflex he grabbed her hand and placed it on his flaccid dick. Looking
back at the computer screen Holly began to stroke her grandfather's penis. She
had jerked-off her boyfriend but this felt different. Ed's rod began to thicken
and grow in her hand. She felt warm all over. Noticing wetness between her legs
she increased her strokes until her grandpa's shaft reached its full seven
inches.

Ed stirred but appeared to remain asleep. Holly's hand moved faster and faster
until her grandpa exploded shooting his cum on her arm and hand. Her heart was
beating fast as she squeezed the last several drops from the head. Holly
grabbed tissues from the night stand, wiping off herself and her granddad's
dick. She pulled the sheet over Ed, turned off the light and softly closed the
door.

Holly's pussy was moist as she lay in bed fingering her clit. She rubbed her
erect nipples as she slid two fingers in her tight twat. Her fingers flew
faster as she recalled the excitement of making her grandpa cum. In a matter of
minutes she brought herself to a climax. Breathing heavily she sucked on her
pussy juice soaked fingers until she fell asleep.

The next morning Ed came to the breakfast table and said with a smile:

"Good morning.... how is everyone this morning?"

Sheri and Dan flashed a puzzled look at each other. Holly was surprised but a
sly smile crept across her face. Ed finished his breakfast, poured a second cup
of coffee and took the morning paper out on the patio.

"What is that all about?" Dan asked his wife.... "Not that I'm
complaining."

"I don't know." Sheri replied. She looked at Holly who was smiling as
she continued to eat her breakfast.

After Dan left for work. Sheri said:

"Holly.... You know something don't you... You know why your grandpa is in
such a good mood."

Holly continued to smile. "Now don't get mad... You always say I can tell
you anything...and we share lots of things we don't tell Dad or
others....right?" Sheri nodded.

"Well last night when I went in to give grandpa his water.... He was
asleep on the bed. His pajamas were open and his penis was sticking out..... All
shriveled up like. There was a picture on his computer of a young girl giving a
hand-job to an older man.... I..."

"So you jerked your grandpa off?... What did he say?"

"He never woke up ..... At least I don't think he did.... You know I told
you I had jerked-off Jerry... but this was different.. Grandpa got hard right
in my hand... and... and .. He came all over me.... It was a real turn-on
Mom."

"Why you little Tramp..." Sheri said with a smile... "You better
get going or you'll be late for school."

Ed came in the kitchen and announced: "I'm going to the gym to work out...
haven't been there for a while."

Ed left and Sheri was curious. She had an hour or so before she had to leave
for her appointment. She went into Ed's room and sat at his computer. Reviewing
site history and the searches he had made, she discovered he was seeking
"Obtaining and Maintaining an Erection."

Then she stumbled over an e-mail he had exchanged with a cyber friend Pete,
apparently about his own age. He was bemoaning the fact that he couldn't get a
hard-on even with Viagra and porn. Pete said he needed a woman to stroke his
cock and he should try a massage polar. That's where Pete went. So that was it,
Sheri thought to herself. Ed was all cranky because he couldn't get it up and
Holly's hand-job got it done. She was looking forward to see what tonight would
bring.

Dinner was a pleasant experience for the first time in quite a while. Ed chatted
away, asking how Holly's day was. Discussed the baseball standings with Dan and
even helped Sheri clear the table and fill the dishwasher. Ed excused himself
and said he was going to shower and watch some TV in his room.

"Don't forget my pills tonight, Sheri." He said as he left he room.

Holly went to her room to study. Dan was watching TV as Sheri showered and put
on her Baby Doll nightie. When she returned to the family Room Dan had just
turned off the TV to go to bed. He commented about her sexy nightgown and hoped
he would see her take it off later. Smiling Sheri filled a glass with ice water
and went to Ed's room.

As she entered Sheri noticed a video loop on the computer screen of a pretty
young thing sucking off an older man. She turned to the bed and caught Ed
quickly close his eyes, pretending to be asleep. His hand lay next to his soft
cock head peeking out of his open pajamas. Moving to the bed she set the glass
down and freed Ed's limp dick from his PJS. As she cradled it in her warm hand it
began to come to life.

Stroking with one hand while cupping his balls with the other Sheri said with a
smile:

"You can't fool me.... Your not asleep you dirty old man."

Ed stirred but said nothing as his cock grew in length and thickness under
Sheri's care. She bent over the bed and ran her tongue around the purple knob. Ed's
shaft stiffened as Sheri's lips lowered to the base of his rod. Slowly she
raised and lowered her head, feeling his dick thicken with each motion. As she
hastened the pace, Sheri felt Ed's hand grab the cheek of her ass pulling her
on to the bed. Her pussy was dripping as she flung her leg over her
father-in-law's head and lowered her cunt to his face. He reached up and pushed
her Baby Doll panties to the side.

"Well I'll be damned... you've got a bald pussy.... I like it!"

His tongue moved back and forth over her orifice. Ed's fingers parted her
swollen lips allowing his tongue to penetrate her pudendum. His fingers darted
in and out as he sucked on her clit.

Sheri increased her pace as a response to Ed's tongue and finger fucking. Muffling
her cry she whimpered as she came. Lowering his head, Ed patted her on her butt
and said,

"Sheri... Sheri... Sheri... I've just got to get my prick into this hot
... juicy... pussy."

Sheri swung around to straddling Ed's torso. Pulling her panties off she flung
them to the floor and mounted her husband's father's cock. Reaching up, Ed
pushed her nightie over her head. Her tits hung down in Ed's face. He licked
the dark brown aureoles and sucked her hard round nipples.

Sheri began to ride up and down on her father-in-law's rod bouncing her full
boobs on his smiling face. As she felt his pulsating cock in her cunt, she
speculated that Ed's dick may not be as long as Dan's but it felt thicker.

Sheri bit on her lip to keep from making too much noise as she was about to cum
again. Her body shook as simultaneously she felt Ed shoot his cum in her
vagina. Their pace lessened. Ed raised his head and Sheri leaned forward to
meet his lips.

Her face and body were flushed as she moved off Ed. Sitting on the side of the
bed she wondered what she would do if Dan ....

"You were pretty sensational yourself Dad.... I see where Dan gets his
fucking skills from." Ed smiled with pride.

Sheri readied herself, putting on her nightie she slowly closed the door and
tiptoed to her bedroom. To her relief Dan was asleep. Getting into bed she
rubbed her still wet pussy. Smiling, she thought about what a great fuck her
father-in-law was.

Sheri was unaware that shortly after she entered Ed's room, Holly had snuck
down the hall and observed all the events of the evening. In her room Holly lay
naked on her bed rubbing her vibrator against her clit. Her heart beating fast,
she could not believe what she has just witnessed. It's not like she had never
seen two people fuck before. Often she heard noises coming from her parents'
room and she would creep to their door and watch them make love. In fact, she
learned how to give her boyfriend Jerry a hand-job and swallow after he cums in
her mouth. From her dad's and Jerry's reactions, boys and men seem to like
that.

Watching her mother and granddad was so erotic. She loved them both so very
much. Holly continued to masturbate as she couldn't get the vision of her
mother riding gramp's cock out of her mind.

The next morning Ed was smiling and singing as he entered the kitchen. With a
wink to Sheri he said,

"No breakfast for me. I'm going to meet friends at the coffee shop before
I go to the gym. Gota stay in shape ... you know!"

Dan gave an inquisitive look at Sheri, still in her nightie and robe, tried to
avoid eye contact. "He seems to be doing better don't you think?"

"Well whatever you're doing to put him in that mood, keep it up....You
know I have that meeting in Kansas City today so I won't be back till tomorrow.
Anything you need before I go?"

Sheri shook her head and gave Dan a big wet kiss and a pat on his butt. "That
should keep you till you get back." She said with a smile. Dan grabbed her
ass and gave her a deep throat tongue kiss. "I'll need more when I get
back."

As her dad was leaving Holly entered the room wearing her sleep shirt. "Have
a good trip Daddy." She looked at her mom smiling and busying herself with
breakfast. "I heard Gramps sing... he must be in a good mood again." Holly
studied her mother to see if she would say anything about last night. It didn't
take long for Sheri to tell her.

"Oh Holly... you won't believe what happened. I went into your grandpa's
room thinking I'd do what you did the night before... You know give him another
hand-job... then I saw the loop video of a woman giving head... so I
thought.... Well I did suck his cock and.... we just got carried away
and..."

"I know .... I know Mom... I watched you from the hall."

"Why you little sneak...."

"It was so hot Mom... I got so wet watching you and grandpa... I fingered
myself right there in the hall. I was so glad Dad went to bed early."

"Me too... he was asleep when I returned to the bedroom... thank
heavens... I don't know what I would have done or said had he been awake. Since
you don't have any classes, what are you going to do today sweetie?"

"Oh I don't know... I'm so horny after last night ... I was going to mess
around with Jerry ... but he has to work today."

"We are very open with each other right?" Holly nodded. "So are
you still a virgin?"

"Yes Mom I told you I would talk to you before 'I did it.' But I think ...
after last night... I'd...."

Holly blushed and quickly left the room. Sheri waited a few moments and
followed Holly to her room. She was studying her shoulder length red hair and
naked body in the full length mirror. Stopped in the doorway, Sheri watched her
beautiful daughter cup her perky breast, run her hands over her puffy pink
nipples and slide her neatly manicured fingers over the triangle of her neatly
trimmed red pubic hair. Sheri was shocked at being turned on by observing her
daughter touch her body in such a sensual manner.

"Oh.....Mom... you startled me."

Putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder, Sheri asked:"Are you okay
baby?"

"Yes Mom... I'm just not sure.... I think I'm ready to ... to lose my
virginity.... But Jerry is so immature... I don't think he would ..."

"I know sweetie...you feel vulnerable and young boys aren't the best for
your first time. You want an experienced man... one that knows how to pleasure
a woman... someone who will be gentle and loving."

Unconsciously Sheri reached around her daughter's waist and ran her fingers
through Holly's red pussy. Startled, Holly stiffened and then putting her hand
over her mother's rubbed it back and forth.

"I didn't mean to shock you baby.... You just look so lovely standing
there." Stroking her daughter's pussy pelt, she continued. "You don't
want to shave this off like mine.... Men love a natural red pussy... their very
rare you know."

"Yeah... but why do you shave?"

"It's for your dad. He likes it bald and smooth when he rubs his face down
there and eats me. Believe me the way eats pussy, the sacrifice is worth
it."

Hearing her mother talk like that got Holly's pussy juices flowing. She turned
facing her mother. As their eyes met Sheri grasped her daughter's hands and
asked. "Have you ever been with one of your girlfriends?"

Shaking her head, Holly replied. "No Mom have you?... Have you ever made
it with another woman?"

Blushing, Sheri admitted she and Dan had done some swinging and she did enjoy
lovemaking sessions with another woman on more than one occasion. Assuring
Holly she still preferred men she said,

"You know there is nothing wrong in a little experimentation between
consulting adults."

Mother and daughter embraced. Sheri felt her daughter's erect nipples against
her breast. They kissed... tongues darting in and out. Both hearts beat faster
as Sheri threw off her robe and flung her nightgown over her head. Their naked
bodies melted together. Kissing, touching, fondling and caressing each other as
Holly fell back on her bed. Pushing her legs apart and raising her knees, Sheri
knelt at the edge of the bed and buried her face between her daughter's legs. Holly's
body gyrated as her mother licked, sucked and probed her tight wet twat.

Holly climaxed as her mother kissed her red swollen pussy lips. Sheri climbed
on the bed next to Holly who knelt between her mother's legs and returned the
favor. As it was her first time she wasn't sure what to do except to perform
the same pleasures that she so enjoyed. Holly kissed and licked across her
mother's smooth shaved pussy. Sheri's body shook as her daughter flicked her
tongue on her clit and then slide it into the depths of her mother's sopping
snatch. Holly used her fingers, her tongue and nudged her mother's clit with
her nose. Sheri wrapped her legs around her daughter's head as she shouted.

"CUMMING....OH GOD I'M CUMMING....OH HOLLY....OH HOLLY!"

With one last squeeze she released her legs, panting and smiling down at her
daughter whose pussy soaked face looked up between her mother's legs and
returned the smile. The two lay in each others' arms and talked.

"Yeah.... I think I did it with my vibrator... the first time I shoved it
way up. It hurt like mad.... and was messy.... You know Mom after seeing you
and Grandpa.... Well I think Grandpa would be a wonderful first for me."

Sheri smiled. "You know.... I think he would like that. Would you like me
to let him know how you feel?" Holly nodded.

That night after dinner Sheri asked Holly to clear the table. She and Ed went
into the family room. While Holly couldn't hear them she had a good idea of
what they were talking about. A few minutes later they returned to the kitchen.
Ed, being pleasant as he could be, helped Holly finish up the dishes. When they
were done he kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm going to take a shower now and watch a little TV. See you when you
come to tuck me in." He said with a smile.

Holly's heart beat fast as she slipped her short nightie over her head. Following
the usual routine she placed the glass of cold water and Ed's pills on the
tray. Her hands began to shake when Sheri reached out and held her arm,
comforting her.

"I'll be nearby honey." Holly gave a nervous smile and nod.

Entering her grandfather's room she saw Ed sitting on the side of the bed in
his silk robe. Smiling he took the tray from her and placed it on the nightstand.
He patted the bed, motioning her to sit next to him. With a slight shiver Holly
sat down. She turned and started to speak but words would not come out. Ed put
his finger to her lips. Holding her beautiful face between his hands he looked
into her hazel eyes. Speaking softly he said,

"Shh honey....I'm honored you chose me for this most important night. I
want to make it a very special, loving and memorable occasion for you."

Still holding her face in his hands he bent forward and kissed her pink lips. Holly
responded as their lips parted. At first there were gentle soft kisses and
hands caressing each others' face. Soon their passion erupted, tongues dancing
in and out, bodies pressed together. Ed pulled Holly's nightie over her head
and marveled at the lovely young body before him.

Standing, he dropped his robe to the floor and took his granddaughters hand
pulling her up to stand with him. They embraced. The ecstasy of their kisses
continued. Ed's erection pressed against Holly. Rising on the balls of her feet
she opened her legs to allow his thick seven inch length to nestle against her
red bush. Her ever so rigid nipples pierced Ed's chest hairs. Stroking and
plying her firm butt cheeks their bodies merged.

Holly dropped to her knees and took her grandfather's sixty-nine year old cock
in her mouth. He moaned with pleasure as her tongue circled his shaft as she
moved her lips back and forth. Holding her head he said,

"Oh sweetheart... that is wonderful... but this is your night."

"I know Granddaddy... but I want to please you too."

"You have.... You will..." He said as he picked her up and placed her
on the bed. Spreading her legs he knelt between them and began licking her
vulva. Holly's body began to tremble as Ed's tongue, lips and fingers entered
her very tight and wet vagina.

"Oh Grandpa... Oh Grandpa...yes... Oh yes...." she cried out.

As Ed gentle prodded he knew it would be a very tight fit for his throbbing
cock. Reaching to the nightstand he grabbed a tube of KY Jelly and began
lathering his granddaughter's already dripping pussy. Slathering a glob
on his dick he raised up.

"Pull
you legs up sweetie.... That's it... Try to relax." Pushing her legs
further apart he continued. "Now I am going to go slow but this may
hurt... so.... let me know and I'll ease up."

Placing the crimson head of his cock at the entrance to her womanhood he gently
inched forward. As his knob passed the gates of passion Holly pushed against
his shaft and cried out. Ed stopped... god she was tight.

"Are you alright honey?"

"Yes... Oh yes Grandpa... Keep going.... Oh you're so big."

Ed eased in inch by inch. Being half way in he began a slow rhythmic motion to
which Holly responded in kind. As their pace increased Holly relaxed more and
Ed slid deeper and deeper in her love canal. Their bodies rose and fell as they
slammed against the bed. The intensity swelled. The sexual excitement and
quickening movement brought more contact between Ed's cock and Holly's clit. Her
body was experiencing rolling waves of frenzy as she experienced multi orgasms.
Ed too was experiencing great sexual excitement and about to cum. Nearly out of
breath he said,

"Oh sweetheart... your granddad is about to blow.... Cum with me cum with
your grandpa...."

Holly screamed with joy as she experienced her defining moment of sexuality. Granddaughter
and Grandfather kissed and laid down, arms around each other.

"Thank you Granddad..... Thank you for helping me become a woman"

"Believe me darling.... it was my pleasure."

Watching from the partially opened door Sheri's eyes welled with tears of joy
as she witnessed her little girl become a woman.

Chapter 2

"Are
you okay Holly?"

"Yes.... I'm fine...... Did I do it right Granddad?..... Were you
pleased?"

"Oh yes you were wonderful. You know in all my sixty-nine years you are
the first real read head I have made love to."

"Oh grandpa... you're so sweet."

Looking up, Ed caught a glimpse of Sheri standing in the hallway. "Sheri...
Sheri... is that you?.... Come on in and join us."

"Oh no... no Dad... this is Holly's night."

"No Mom come on in... and celebrate with us..."

Dropping her robe as she entered, Sheri paused at the end of the bed. She was a
stunning, dark haired, forty-three year old woman. In contrast to her
daughter's fair complexion, Sheri was olive-skinned. Slightly sagging, her
breasts were full, nipples large and dark. Her smooth, shaven pubes capped off
her well shaped legs. At five-feet-nine, she was three inches taller than
Holly.

"You don't mind my horning in?" Holly shook her head as Ed moved to
make room for Sheri.

Ed and his son were both six-feet-two with blue eyes. His white hair and tanned
face was very appealing to Holly and her mother. Lying between two beautiful
women, Ed knew he was in heaven.

Sheri ran her fingers through his salt and pepper chest hair. Holly began to
stroke his limp cock. Sheri joined her taking turns licking and kissing his
shaft. As it began to come back to life, one nibbled at his dick while the
other licked and mouthed his balls. Man life couldn't get better than this, he
thought to himself. Fingering each pussy as the mother-daughter team worked on
him, Holly jumped when his finger slid in.

"Is it sore Holly?"

"Yeah... it hurts a bit."

"Well swing on up here and let grandpa kiss it and make it all
better."

Holly maneuvered to straddle Ed's head, facing her mother who continued sucking
her grandfather's cock. Lowering herself she felt Ed's gentle licks and kisses
on her sensitive pussy.

Ed's rod became rigid once again and Sheri mounted him sliding her
father-in-law's shaft up her sopping cunt. As she rode up and down Holly leaned
toward her mother and they kissed. Feeling each others' breast, their pace
quickened. Ed wasn't sure what was happening above him but for the moans and
sounds of kissing.

Holly seemed to forget about her irritation in the excitement of the moment. Her
granddad's nose nestled between her butt-cheeks as she literally fucked his
face. Sheri pounded her pussy so hard, his pelvis began to hurt. 'Damn... these
two are gona kill me,' he thought to himself. Being too busy sexual excitement,
no one noticed the shadow in the doorway.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" Dan shouted.

Holly was the first to see him. "Daddy!"

"Oh shit... I thought you...."

"I know what you thought, Sheri... The meeting was canceled... so I
thought I'd surprise you... now I'm the one who gets surprised with my father
fucking my wife and eating my daughter's pussy..."

Holly moved to the side of the bed and Ed sat up, his cock still in Sheri. "Oh
lighten up son... come on and join us."

Sheri dismounted. Walking toward her husband she motioned for Holly to join
her. As she touched his face and offered a kiss he stiffened but Sheri
prevailed.

"You know you said since your dad was in such a good mood we should keep
doing what we were doing.... Well this is it." She said as she stroked his
chest.

"But...but..." Dan was struck by the beauty of his daughter as she
approached him. He had caught glimpses of her in various states of undress but
this was the first time he saw her completely naked, puffy pink nipples,
red-haired pussy and all. He felt his cock grow as he took in her magnificence.

Sheri began to unbutton his shirt. On her knees, Holly undid her father's belt
and unzipped his fly, dropping his pants to the floor. As she pulled his boxers
down his eight-inch cock sprung forth. Grabbing the base of his shaft Holly
licked circles around the reddish-blue head. Raising the knob with her thumb
and first finger she ran her tongue up and down the underside ridge of his
penis. The combined sensation of his daughter's cock sucking and his wife's
long deep throat tongue kiss caused Dan's body to shake

Stroking his cock, Ed moved to his desk chair, smiling as he observed his son
being ravished by his wife and daughter. Sheri grabbed Dan by his cock pulling
him to the bed. She motioned for Holly to follow. Mother and daughter knelt
giving Holly's dad the same double treatment they had bestowed on his father
earlier. His prick was pulsating as Sheri motioned for Holly to climb on her
dad and fuck him. Smiling Holly mounted her father. Slowly she lowered her
labial lips on his shaft.

Ed took his camera from the shelf and began snapping pictures of his son and
granddaughter loving each other. Holly rose back to her riding position and
Sheri joined them by lowering herself on Dan's face. As he tasted his wife's
juices he realized how wonderful this all was. Mother and daughter kissed and
fondled each other as they became lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Now Ed
realized what was going on when they were on top of him. He snapped another
picture.... Perhaps they could use it for their family Christmas card.... He
joked to himself.

Dan knew he was about to cum. Holly's extra thrust let him know each time she
had an orgasm and Sheri was Cumming all over his face. His body jerked as his
semen exploded, filling his daughter's vagina.

The next morning Dan, Sheri and Holly woke to the smell of coffee as well as
bacon and eggs cooking. Blurry eyed the three stumbled into the kitchen where
Ed was preparing breakfast. The table was set with a glass of orange juice at
each place.

"The toast will be ready shortly." He exclaimed with a smile. "I
know I've been a real bastard lately and this is just one of many ways I want
to thank you for getting me... up...so to speak."

Mittwoch, 11. Mai 2016

Written by rhimshot415
My whole life I've lived with my Grandpa. My name is Lorelei Woodson,
but Grandpa calls me "Sugar." I am 19 years old, and I have completed 1
semester of a nursing program at County General Hospital.

He is Norman Groves, 61, and more physically fit than men half his age.
My father was killed while serving in the Marine Corps in Afghanistan
when I was three months old. Mom, Grandpa's only child, was killed by a
deranged drug dealer as she drove by the dealer's corner on the way to
pick me up from Kinder Kastle Day Care two months after my father's
funeral.

Grandpa was my only living relative, his wife having expired from
complications in giving birth to Mom. So naturally the State wanted him
to take care of me. As a very successful importer of fine European wines
and spirits that he sold all over the country, he had the money and the
time to raise me, with help from his housekeeper. He was also a lawyer
who seldom practiced, but kept up with the training to maintain his law
license. And he was a politician and former mayor of our city.

"Sugar," Grandpa said to me after I had completed my first semester of
nursing school, "That car you've been driving is 15 years old, and I
can't find replacement parts for it any more when something breaks. So
we are going to buy you a brand new Land Rover, which will keep you safe
in bad weather. But, I'm not going to buy one with gadgets that can
distract you from watching the road around you."

Now I had always loved my old car, but a new Land Rover was proof, as if
I needed any, how much Grandpa loved me and worried about protecting
me. Grandpa had already taught me to drive any vehicle with a standard
transmission, and that was what my old car had. Now, my new vehicle was
going to be a cinch to drive.

When we arrived at the dealership, which was owned by a friend of
Grandpa's, we saw a silver and black one that looked as though it had my
name on it (in fact, it did, thanks to my Grandpa). After a short test
drive, with Grandpa by my side, we signed all the necessary paperwork,
Grandpa wrote a check for the full purchase price, and we headed to the
DMV office to secure license plates and register the car in my name. By
the time we were finished, it was late in the day, so we drove to the
nearest Italian restaurant for dinner.

When we returned home afterward I wanted to hug Grandpa and give him a
kiss on the cheek to thank him. But, both of us having drunk too much
Franciacorta, a sparkling Italian wine that Grandpa preferred, we wound
up lip-locked instead. Because I look five years older than I am, no one
at the restaurant had quibbled about me having a glass of the wine.
Likewise, inebriated as we were, despite a filling meal of veal
scallopini, we had to hold onto each other to enter the house. So when
our lips met, a fire raged through both of us, and when we made our way
back to our bedrooms Grandpa pulled me into his bedroom.

Without hesitation we undressed each other and fell, giggling, onto his
bed. He kissed me all over my face, down my neck and up to my ears,
blowing softly into each one as he sucked my earlobes one at a time.

Grandpa then kissed my chest from shoulder to shoulder and from my
supra-sternal notch to the tops of my tiny tits. He then sucked each
breast into his mouth, laving my 1/2" nipples with his tongue, and
scraping them gently with his teeth.

By this time I was having jolts of electricity flowing from my upper
body directly to my core. My breathing became rapid and irregular until I
spasmed violently in the first orgasm I ever had that was not
self-induced.

Grandpa looked at me, as I rested there in his arms after the orgasm had
passed, and asked, "Are you alright, Sugar? Do you want to stop here or
continue?"

I said, "Grandpa, I could not feel more loved, so of course I'm alright.
And I want to continue until you have taken my virginity and made me
fully the woman for you." Bold words from someone who had no idea what
was to come, but I wanted it anyway.

So, starting just under my miniscule breasts, Grandpa kissed his way
down my body, pausing to lick my belly button, before moving down to my
black bush and down over my sex until he reached the bottom of my
vagina.

He then kissed, licked and sucked his way back up my labia, spreading
them open and tasting the inner lips all the way up to my clitoral hood.
The moment he made contact with my most tender spot, I spasmed again.

"Grandpa, what are you doing to me?" I asked him, adding, "I've only
ever given myself one orgasm with my fingers; you've already given me
two with your tongue."

Smiling up at me from between my legs, Grandpa said, "I love you so
much, Lorelei, that when we are together in this bed, please call me
Norman, or Norm. As for what I am doing to you, I am making love to you
the way it should always be done: slowly, completely and with no rush
whatsoever."

I said to him, "Norman, my sweet lover, do what you will to me. You know
I've never been with a boy my own age for fear that as soon as they had
their way with me they would leave and never return."

"Sugar," he replied, "I come from a line of long-lived people, so if I
tell you I won't leave you for at least 30 years, that is what will
happen.

"Norman, my wonderful grandfather and lover, that gives me more comfort
than you can imagine. But now please take away my virginity. It is my
gift to you forever and ever," I told him.

Grandpa then tried to insert the tip of one finger inside me, but I was
too dry. So he went back to suckling at my tiny tits until my juices
started flowing. And when he paused to finger me again he was able to
push his finger inside my vagina up to the second knuckle, where he
encountered my hymen.

He withdrew his finger and then used two fingers to stretch my outer
vaginal walls so that his magnificent penis could start to slide into
me. Then he pulled back, opened the drawer of his night stand and
removed a tube of K-Y Jelly that he then spread all over his love spear.
He also coated the entrance to my pussy with the same lubricant.

With that done he pushed the tip of his cock into my cunt. As he did so
he told me, "Sugar, we have to go very slowly, because your love tunnel
has to expand to accommodate my size. And even with going slowly it will
probably hurt somewhat as the muscles in your vagina are going to be
stretched for the first time. I'm sorry if this does hurt, but it must
be done until my cock reaches your hymen."

As he said this to me he began pushing into me. It did hurt at first,
but his patient approach to opening me up soon eased such pain as there
was.

Grandpa pushed in slowly, backed out just as slowly, and pushed in
again. He repeated this until he could easily push up to my barrier.
Then, with one quick shove my hymen was torn and Norman's man meat was
beyond the barrier. As he withdrew all the way out of me I felt a wet
sensation that was not like my normal fluids. He smiled, kissed me, and
brought up a wet towel to absorb the blood flowing from where my hymen
had been.

Having cleaned my pussy of blood, Grandpa showed me the red stains that
marred the towel. "In centuries past, a sheet or a towel such as this
was a husband's proof that his wife was the virgin he expected her to
be," Grandpa told me. And while he was doing so he slid himself back
into me. A few more thrusts in and withdrawals out of my vagina and
Norman was as deep inside me as he could be.

"How are you feeling, Sugar?" he asked me for the tenth or twelfth time.

"Norman, I am fine," I told him.

"Good. Now I am going to make love to you until you want me to go so
fast and so hard that it ceases to be making love and becomes fucking,"
he responded.

Now he began the long strokes out of and back into my cunt. I groaned
and hummed with pleasure as he found the rhythm that he wanted. I
experienced feelings based upon the presence or absence of his love
pole. My juices began flowing so freely I literally was drowning his
cock in my depths.

Grandpa continued to kiss my face and suckle at my breasts while I felt
his strokes become ever so slightly faster. I also felt the tension
building up for my first orgasm around a man's trouser rocket. I could
feel my vagina contract and release around Norman's penis within me. The
feeling was sublimely beautiful. I begged him to start fucking me, and
so he did.

When my orgasm clamped my walls around his shaft, Norman's testicles
released their contents into my womb. As I was not on pills or any other
form of birth control, I could have become pregnant. If I had I would
have been very happy to have Grandpa's child. But I was too close to my
period, and so we dodged a bullet. But we were not going to avoid it
forever.

So the next day I sat with Grandpa in the kitchen after we had eaten our
breakfast. I spoke first. "Last night was wonderful, Grandpa. I love
you more now than I ever have. I have wanted to be your woman since I
was little. Now I am.

"But, I think we might have a problem. I am not on the pill, and when
you came in me I could have become pregnant. However, my period begins
tomorrow, so it is not likely. But I've got to go to my gynecologist and
find out for sure. Should I get a prescription for the pill? Or do you
want to get me pregnant as soon as it happens? What do I do?"

Grandpa stood up, walked around to my side of the table, pulled me to my
feet and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my face, my neck, my ears
and, finally my lips. "What you do," he said, "Is whatever you prefer.
If you don't want to get pregnant now then obtain birth control pills.
If you do want to get pregnant now then let's just do what we did
yesterday."

"Well, then, Norman, I vote to get pregnant as soon as you are able to
make me so. I want to have your babies. You'll be their father and their
great-grandfather, which I think is cool. And since you lost your only
daughter in that drive-by shooting, you should have other children to
take Mom's place. Let me give them to you." I smiled at Grandpa, my
heart almost bursting with love for this man who had been my life
before, and now would continue to be for years to come.

Taking my hand and leading me back to the bedroom, Grandpa said, "Sugar,
I will do my utmost to get you pregnant, as that is what you want. Any
children we may be blessed with will be as treasured as you are. Thank
you, my beautiful Lorelei, for loving an old man so much."

With that we stripped out of our clothes and crawled back under the top
sheet. Over the next two hours I gave Grandpa a blowjob, he ate my
pussy, and then we fucked like bunnies. By the time he came inside me
I'd had four more orgasms and fell asleep in his arms.

I awoke sometime later to see Grandpa watching me, a great smile on his
face. I told him that I was so sore from our lovemaking that I doubted
that I could even crawl to the bathroom. So my ever-gallant Norman
pulled me to my feet, propped me up with his shoulder, and walked me to
the bathroom.

While I did my business on the commode, he filled the bathtub with hot
water, helped me get into the tub, and then sat behind me with his legs
outside mine. We just lay there in the hot water letting it relax our
muscles. Then we washed ourselves clean and rose out of the water to
wrap ourselves in terry-cloth bath sheets and went and got dressed.

Then I called my gynecologist's office to set-up an appointment to see
if I might already be pregnant. After that phone call we put together a
grocery list and Grandpa drove us to our favorite store where we stocked
up on fresh vegetables, meat and bread. We returned home and I made us a
chef salad with some ham and cheese slices that remained in the
refrigerator.

Having eaten, and with me still being sore from my introduction to
vaginal intercourse, not to mention losing my virginity, I sat on the
sofa in the family room with my Norman holding me, talking about
whatever crossed our minds.

"Sugar, what about completing your nurse's training?" he asked me.

I replied, "Grandpa, even if I were pregnant right now I would not give
birth before this autumn. Therefore, I will complete my first year of
nursing studies before the spring is over. And, depending on when I get
pregnant and when our child is due, I may be able to complete the third
semester of nursing school. And since I'm at the hospital anyway, I can
just go to the maternity ward when labor begins."

"That is good thinking, Sugar," he told me.

"Can we get married in this state?" I asked him.

"My beloved Lorelei, if we are known as being grandfather and
granddaughter there is no state in which we can get married. But if we
go to a state where we are not known, we might be able to marry. But I
would not count on it. I'm sorry, Sugar, but that is the law," he said
ruefully.

"But as long as no one asks about our relationship, can we live together
and have children like we are planning to do?" I asked him.

"Oh, my God!" Grandpa exclaimed, "We can't have children of our own.
When we went to register their birth certificates people would know that
the children were born of incest between us. I can't believe I forgot
that until now. And since the same would be true if we tried to adopt a
child together, we are stuck.

"However, in a few years, you might be able to adopt a child as a single
parent, since you would be working to support any such child. And
because I, as your legal guardian, could help support you and that
child, that would probably work."

"But, Norman," I objected, "That sounds like I could probably only adopt
a single child unless there were twins or siblings who should not be
separated for whatever reason."

"That is correct, Sugar," he said, smiling at me sadly.

I had to think about this. I did not want to give up on being Grandpa's
lover, but it seemed that circumstances would eventually force us to
live apart from one another. This I did not want to do, and I told
Grandpa so.

"My lovely Lorelei," he said, "Let's just think about this some more.
Meanwhile, when you see your gynecologist, ask about all birth control
options open to you. You should consider all of them, with the risks and
the benefits before deciding. Whatever you choose, I'll support you. As
your legal guardian, I will even accompany you if you wish to have me
there for moral support and legal authorization, should they object to a
19-year-old woman deciding her own reproductive options. But I don't
think they will, and it should be your choice that you can share with me
later."

And so it was that one week after New Year's Day, I met with Dr. Ellen
Willfong, my gynecologist. Her exam, and tests she ran, later proved
that I was not pregnant. She answered all my questions about birth
control and pregnancy prevention, and asked me to return in one week if I
wanted to select one of the methods we had discussed. After assuring me
that I was old enough, under state law, to make my own reproductive
choices, I was sent to the check out desk where I paid for my visit and
scheduled next week's visit.

I found out, on my return, that Grandpa had summoned some state
legislators to our home to discuss changing the state's laws on marriage
to permit all family members except siblings or a parent and his/her
natural child to marry. The legislators all had a dozen or more years of
legislative service, and had already passed a law permitting all
cousins to marry one another.

The discussion focused only on civil marriages to be performed by
officers of the state. If the parties wanted a religious wedding they
would have to consult with their clergy to see if their religion would
permit it.

It would take ten years and the agreement of the five other states
surrounding ours to get that law passed. A municipal court judge who was
a friend of ours then married Norman and me. This took place two weeks
after the law came into effect. My adopted twin daughters, then fifteen
years old, cheered us on. As Sophia, the older daughter by seven minutes
put it, "It's about damn time." Jenna, the younger daughter, said: "Now
you two can legally fuck."

Norman then filed papers to legally make my daughters his heirs if I
should pre-decease him. But with him being 42 years older than me, that
seemed unlikely to happen. And I could be heard muttering, "Ain't the
law fun? NOT!!"

During those ten years I finished nursing school and began working in
the maternity ward of County General Hospital. Two years into my job I
adopted twin seven-year-olds who refused to be separated from one
another. It took a lot of Grandpa's time to jump through all the legal
loopholes and get the adoption finalized in my favor. That there were
twins at all seemed miraculous to me. That they wanted me to be their
mother, once they had gotten to know me, and Grandpa, was even more
miraculous.

The girls and I lived in a guesthouse that he had built in back of the
main house. I paid him rent (which he put into an education fund for the
girls) so that I could show the authorities that I was properly
supporting my daughters.

Grandpa hired Myrtle Smith, a childless middle-aged war widow to keep
both houses cleaned. We ate dinner every night in the main house. As
great-grandpa to my girls, he doted on them as he had done with me.
Since I worked different shifts each week at the hospital, he often
filled in at parent teacher conferences and at school activities in
which they were involved.

On weekends, especially, I would have at least one night when I stayed
with Grandpa. The girls came and slept in the guest bedroom in the main
house, while I slept with him. We knew that they could hear us making
love, and did nothing to hide that from them. While they never came into
our bed with us, we often had to go to their bedroom to comfort them
until they fell asleep.

One Sunday morning, after sleeping over the night before, I had cooked
breakfast for the four of us, while Sophia set the table and Jenna
poured the juice and the milk into pitchers that she then carefully
placed on the kitchen table in front of where I usually sat.

When we stayed over, the girls called Grandpa just Norman. Otherwise
they called him Grandpa Norman. We had just finished eating and were
about to put the dishes in the sink (Mrs. Smith's orders; we could cook
but only she would take care of the dishes.)

Jenna, always more gregarious than Sophia, asked, "Norman, when are you going to marry Mama and end this charade?"

I looked at him and giggled; he looked at Jenna and stuck his tongue out
at her, which made both girls laugh. We joined in until we had to stop
because our sides hurt.

Finally Norman said, "When the state legislature finally passes the bill
that they have been fussing over for the last nine years, the governor
signs the bill, and the law becomes effective that will allow your Mama
and I to get married, that is when we'll marry. Right now we can't get
married. So this "charade", as you call it, is what we must do to be
intimate with each other. And you must never tell anyone what we do or
when we do it. Okay?"

Sophia answered for both of them. "Okay, then," she said. "But I hope it
gets done soon, because this is silly. You love Mama, and she loves
you. If this law is needed to allow you two to marry, I can't understand
why it has taken so long."

Jenna agreed with her sister. I agreed with her sister. Norman agreed
with her sister. Then Sophia added, "What happens when you two can get
married?"

I said, "My darling daughters, when Norman and I are able to get married
I will move back into this house. You two will continue to live in the
other house. You'll finally have more room for your own things. On the
day that you turn 21 we will file a new deed to that house showing that
you each own 50% of it. We'll pay the taxes and upkeep on it, but it
will be yours. When Norman and I are both dead you will each own 50% of
this house, and all our other property as well.

"When either or both of you decide to get married you and your intendeds
will sign a pre-nuptial agreement that states that any property you own
through us will never be considered as property of the marriage. Only
you and your sister will own it; and only you can sell your share of it.
And when you sell it, if you do, the income derived from the sale will
be yours alone."

Sophia looked at Jenna and they both got up and kissed and hugged me.
Then they went to Norman and kissed and hugged him. No words needed to
be spoken, so the girls cleared our dishes and wiped down the table, and
we all adjourned to the family room.

Jenna sat on the right arm of Norman's recliner, while Sophia sat next
to me on the sofa. The aura of love that permeated that room made speech
unnecessary. We just basked in each other's presence for the next hour.

When the hour was up the girls each whispered something in the ear of
the parent they sat next to at that moment. Then they silently changed
places and whispered in the ear of the other parent. Finally, Norman
spoke to all of us, "Sophia and Jenna, I am honored beyond belief that
you want to call me 'Dad' from now on. I gladly accept."

I spoke next, "My daughters, even though we are not yet married, the
fact that you want to call Norman 'Dad' now tells us both how lucky we
are to have you in our lives. I thank you for sharing your love with
him, too."

"Just so you know, my dear young ladies, from this point on I consider
you my daughters as well. I haven't had a daughter since your mother's
mother died when Lorelei was an infant. And now I have the two best
daughters I could ever hope to have. I love you both," he said, tears
glistening in his eyes.

Sophia looked at her sister and said, "How could we not love the man who
loves our Mom so much. We love you Dad, and are proud to be your
daughters, legalities or not."

"Dad," Jenna added, "With you loving us we finally feel whole again.
When we were put up for adoption we had little hope that we'd be able to
stay together and build a new family. Yet, here we are. We may not need
as much nighttime comforting, because our greatest wish has come true.
We have parents again!"

At those words all four of us began to cry. We quickly ran out of facial
tissue and I went and found another box. After we stopped the water
works, we agreed that this called for a celebratory dinner. Norman asked
our daughters where they wanted to go. They opted for a well-known
Australian steakhouse chain location on the other side of the city. We
agreed to meet at his car in one hour in dress-casual clothing.

We called ahead for seating, and only had to wait 10 minutes for a table
for four to open up. When the drinks menu was presented Norman opted
for a bottle of Foster's beer. I had a Cuba libre'. And then Norman
surprised our daughters by ordering each of them a Strawberry Bull.

I told them that this was a drink served to under aged young people who
could not have alcohol. Norman said, "My daughters, try this, it is made
with strawberries and Red Bull. If you don't like it there are other
choices."

When the drinks were served our daughters took a cautious sip, decided
they liked it, and continued to sip. Meanwhile our server brought us our
menus, described the daily special, put down a mini loaf of bread with
butter, and departed. After a few minutes the server returned for our
orders: 9 oz Outback Special sirloin steak for the three of us ladies,
and the larger 12 oz Outback Special for Norman. Five minutes later
another server brought us our salads. 10 minutes after our salads were
finished the main course was brought out.

No one watching us would have doubted that we were a family. They might
have thought the three women were all Norman's children, but hearing our
daughters call him Dad and me Mom would have modified that opinion.
What mattered to us is that we were having a good time together.

We ladies all went back to the guest house, but I just picked up a few
things and then went to live with Norman, while the girls decided that
they would start learning to live in their home. They loved the privacy,
but were always welcome to stay in the guest bedroom whenever they
wanted. Since they were all but joined at the hip, either they both
stayed with us or they both stayed at their house.

After Norman and I finally were married we went on a brief honeymoon to
Myrtle Beach. We did not stay long because we missed our daughters. But a
couple of days of not leaving our bed except to go to the bathroom, and
to only wear clothes when room service brought us our meals meant we
could be together as husband and wife without any concerns whatsoever.

We returned home to find our bedroom festooned with flower petals and
scented candles that created a loving environment. Our beautiful
daughters even persuaded Mrs. Smith to buy a bottle of champagne that
was chilling in an ice bucket beside Norman's side of the bed, with two
champagne flutes sitting on his nightstand.

We took this all in and hugged and kissed our daughters for several
minutes. Then they staggered us with our wedding gifts, matching lockets
that opened up to show each of their faces, Sophia's on the left and
Jenna's on the right.

This time Norman and I were in tears as our children placed the lockets
on chains that they fastened around our necks. Each daughter gave us a
chaste kiss on the lips as they finished.

Not having kissed anyone but each other on the lips, we were both
humbled by our daughters' affection kiss. Norman looked at me, and then
at the twins, and said, "You may kiss us this way only on birthdays,
weddings and anniversaries thereof, and on holidays; but, only on those
occasions. And that is to keep you from kissing us that way when it
would not be appropriate. Thank you, my darlings, but now your mother
and I want to crash. The honeymoon trip took a lot out of us."

Our daughters left us, but we could hear their giggles until they
entered their own house. Meanwhile I told Norman that we should wear
these necklaces whenever our daughters were around. He agreed, so we
removed each other's necklace and placed them carefully in our jewelry
boxes in our nightstands. Then we slowly undressed each other and fell
happily into bed. Our lovemaking then was intense.

When we were finished Norman held me in his arms and said, "In the
twenty nine years since you came to live with me, I have never been
happier than I am right now. And that includes when we first made love,
and when our daughters first came to live with you. If I can have even
just twenty more years with you, I will have had a blessed life, Sugar,
because of you."

One thing I had insisted upon when we were married was to retain my
legal name, Lorelei Woodson, for professional reasons. But whenever
Norman called me "Mrs. Groves," which he always did in the privacy of
our bedroom, I loved it; because that is who I was in private, Mrs.
Norman Groves.

The next morning as I drove our daughters to school, I asked them did
they still want to be the Woodson twins or the Groves twins, or
something else. They did not answer my question until dinner that night,
when Sophia asked, "Dad, do you want us to take your last name?"

"Regardless of your answer to Sophia, I only want to be known as Jenna
Groves, because while Mom is the one who adopted us, I think of myself
as your daughter," Jenna added.

"Now that your Mom and I are married, you can be called by my name, or
you can still be called by her name, or you can hyphenate our last names
and be Woodson-Groves or Groves-Woodson. You can even choose a
different surname altogether. I'll just file the legal papers with Judge
Cooper's clerk and in a couple of weeks you can be called by the name
that means the most to you. But, once you have changed your names, I
expect you to live with those names until you get married, and have this
discussion with your husbands," he told them.

Sophia grinned at us and said, "Don't be mad Mom, but I want to be
Sophia Groves as much as Jenna wants to be Jenna Groves. You are only
Lorelei Woodson at the hospital. Everyone expects you to be Mrs. Lorelei
Groves at home. So let's make it unanimous."

I smiled at my husband and my daughters. I said, "Norman, why don't you
file amended adoption papers naming your self as the father of these
two, and Lorelei Woodson Groves as their mother. That should be
sufficient, won't it?"

And so, the next morning, my husband called his legal secretary and told
her to pull the adoption file for the twins Sophia and Jenna Woodson.
Then prepare an amended set of adoption papers giving their names as
Sophia and Jenna Groves, with Norman Groves, Esq. as their father and
Lorelei Woodson Groves as their mother. The file with amended paperwork
was to be sent over to the Municipal Court to the attention of Judge
Fillmore Cooper, who would rule on the amendment as he had on the
initial adoption eight years earlier.

Norman's cell phone rang early the next morning and he answered, saying,
"Fillmore, how good of you to call. Everything is in order on the
amendment. When will the adoption go through? Two weeks from tomorrow.
That is excellent. Thank you my friend. Yes, I'll have the office send
over the filing fees by noon. Give our regards to Barbara and the
children. Yes, we'll have a party to celebrate when the adoption is
finalized. You two will be the most honored of guests after the young
ladies themselves. We'll see you then."

The day before the adoption was to be finalized I received a package
with two new birth certificates for our daughters. These would be
presented at the party tomorrow night. I had arranged a caterer to
handle the refreshments as I expected Mrs. Smith to be in attendance as a
guest.

The next day I took our daughters shopping for party dresses, with shoes
to match. They wanted to know whom the party was for, and where it
would be. I also took them to have their hair and nails done.

When we got home I told them to get cleaned up, put on their best
undergarments and to use a tiny bit of perfume under their ears and at
the base of their necks. They could get into their new dresses, but were
to stay in their house until their father came for them. They heard the
noises of the caterers and the chairs being set up in the back yard,
but a curtain had been set up that blocked their view of what was going
on.

When Norman came to get them he led them to the curtain, but stepped
through it alone. In his best politician's voice he addressed the crowd.

"My friends, you all know that Lorelei adopted twin girls eight years
ago. And you know that Lorelei and I were married just three weeks ago.
But now, as a result of a family discussion, Lorelei and I want you all
to meet, formally, our daughters, Sophia and Jenna Groves. Come out,
young ladies, and meet our guests at this party in your honor."

I went through the curtain, grabbed Sophia's left hand in my right hand,
and Jenna's right hand in my left. I told Sophia to step through first,
pulling me, and Jenna, behind her. When we were all on the other side,
our guests arose as one and applauded our daughters. They blushed, but
we could tell how pleased they were.

Then Norman came over, the envelope in his hand, and said: "My
daughters, here are your new birth certificates naming yourselves as
Sophia Groves and Jenna Groves, children of Norman Groves and Lorelei
Woodson Groves." Giving each young lady her own birth certificate, he
spoke to the crowd again. "As their father, I have exercised another
prerogative, and obtained for each of these young women, a temporary
Learner's Permit so that they can learn to drive automotive vehicles of
all types. These are good only until they can be taken to the DMV office
to get permanent Learner's Permits with their photos attached."

At this gesture the guests applauded once more. I grinned at my husband,
because I knew that what he had done sealed our family celebration as
nothing else could have done.

Each daughter hugged him and gave him a peck on the cheek, which I knew
would be followed later by a kiss on the lips before they went to bed.

We gathered at the beverage table where everyone took a cup of iced
sherbet and ginger ale punch. Judge Cooper stepped up to our daughters
and said, "Young ladies, when I signed your adoption orders, both times,
I had no idea what you would be like, because I don't always see the
adoptees in my court. But here's to you two, to your loving parents, and
may your lives always be filled with fond memories of today. Hip, hip,
hooray. Hip, hip, hooray. Hip, hip, hooray!" The guests, Norman and I
joined in toasting our daughters.

Sophia, being somewhat shy around strangers, nevertheless hugged the
Judge and said thank you. Jenna, future stateswoman that she was, also
hugged Judge Cooper then spoke to the crowd. She said, "Thank you all
for making this day so special for us. And Judge Cooper, when you
allowed our Mom to adopt us together, eight years ago, we did not get to
thank you. But now that Dad has also adopted us, and given us his
surname as our own, we are proud to be known as the Groves twins. Thank
you for helping us twice to have a normal family."

Then everyone moved to the buffet table and chose the food they wanted.
As they sat at a table, servers came to pour coffee, tea, or soft drinks
as the individual guests preferred. Judge and Mrs. Cooper joined Mrs.
Smith and the four of us at the head table.

Mrs. Smith stood up, after the eating was finished, and said, "I have
helped take care of these two young women since they came to live with
Mrs. Groves. They are two of the sweetest children I have ever known,
and I am proud to share this celebration with all of you."

The girls went to her and hugged her. They begged her to stay on and
care for them when their folks were busy. "After all, we wouldn't be
totally who we are if you didn't show us who you are," Sophia was heard
to say.

Then, with proper decorum, or daughters visited with each of the guests
and thanked them for joining them on their very special day. They were
as smooth a doubles act as any presidential candidate with his running
mate.

The party broke up early and when only the four of us remained, we went
in the main house and sprawled on the family room furniture. And that is
when Sophia and Jenna kissed me on the lips and then turned to their
father and kissed him on the lips.

Then they went up to their bedroom, removed their party dresses and
crawled into bed. They kissed each other on the lips and rapidly fell
asleep.

Norman came to me and without saying a word carried me upstairs to our
bedroom. After we slipped naked between the sheets he began to make
slow, gentle love to me. By the time I had my first orgasm my chest was
covered by his saliva, my nipples were standing at attention, and my
pussy was leaking like a sieve.

As he tongued his way down to my sex he smiled at me and said, "If I
haven't thanked you again, today, for giving me such beautiful
daughters, let me do so now. With that he licked and sucked my clitoral
hood until the growing shaft within stood proudly forth on its own.
Every swipe of his tongue over the erect bundle of nerves caused shivers
to flow through me in continuous waves of pleasure that led to another
orgasm.

Then he pressed his manhood, which was as erect as my clit, through the
entrance of my vagina, in one smooth stroke. When he was fully inside me
with the tip of his cock pressed against my cervix, he started to slide
back out until only the head of his cock was still inside me. As he
pushed back inside on his next stroke he tried to rub the engorged head
over my g-spot.

This gave me added pleasurable sensations that led to yet another
orgasm. As this orgasm tightened my vaginal walls in waves around his
mighty tool, I felt the onset of Norman's orgasm roll through his shaft,
which discharged its load of sperm violently towards my womb.

I hadn't been on birth control in over a year, due to medical issues
with the iud and with the pill. So three weeks later, when I did not
have my period, I said to Norman, "I think you knocked me up the night
of the party for the twins."

The next day we went to the obstetrician's office, who performed
examinations and blood tests. Dr. Asbell said, "We'll have the test
results tomorrow or the next day, but you are showing every sign of
being pregnant. Congratulations, Mrs. Groves. Where will you have this
baby?"

"County General, in the maternity ward where I'm known as Nurse Woodson," I replied.

"Yes, I've heard of you under that name," she said. She was Doctor
Willfong's partner in the practice. I urged her to provide instructions
for caring for a baby in the first few weeks of a pregnancy, and she
handed me a folder jam-packed with reading matter. I told her that this
baby would be our first, even though I had adopted seven-year-old twins
eight years ago, before my husband and I were married. Then she smiled
and said, "I understand."

Then I added, that I would be bringing my daughters in to see Dr.
Willfong next month, and wanted to combine visits. She said that their
scheduling people could arrange that.

I felt good that I could pull that together. So with plans to see her in
a month I left, scheduled my appointment and one for Sophia and one for
Jenna, and then headed for home.

Upon arriving home the girls were all over me. So I handed them the
folder of reading matter. I walked into the house; they bounced in.

Norman heard the elephants dancing and decided to see what kind of
damage was being done. I rushed into his arms and excitedly spoke the
news in his ear, which was the only way he was going to hear me over the
rioting rhinoceri that our daughters were trying to imitate.

At dinner that night I told my family that it was all but certain, that
the doctor's office would call me with the results of the tests in the
next few days. And then I told our daughters that they were scheduled
for their first meeting with my gynecologist next month.

Jenna asked "Why now, Mom?"

I said, "You both are close enough to being free to engage in sexual
activities with boys. I want you both to have birth control. But you
need to know all the options that are available, as I once did.

"Dr. Willfong explained the choices so well, that I wanted her to do the
same for both of you. But you will each make your selection
independently of your sister. You may end up making the same choice, but
I want you each to do so alone. And the only person you will tell is
the doctor."

Sophia said, "Whatever you want us to do, I'm certain Jenna and I will do it, Mom."

"Of course," Jenna agreed. Then she asked, "Do you really think we need
birth control now? We haven't even dated yet, and neither of us is
stupid enough to engage in sex on a first date."

Norman spoke up and said, "We want you protected before you need it, so
that you won't have to think about it when it is needed. I hope you will
be lead by your mother's example."

Jenna looked at Sophia and they both said, "Okay, Dad. We'll do as Mom says."

I hugged my daughters and then their father did as well. At 10 the next
morning I got the call confirming my pregnancy. I called my husband and
told him. When I told him the likely due date is October 31 he said,
"Really! Our child is going to have a Halloween birthday? Poor kid will
get spooky birthday cards until he or she is at least 70."

When we told our daughters that night at dinner, Sophia said, "What a
bummer. The kid couldn't go to Halloween party because he or she would
have to be at a birthday party."

Jenna said, "Either that or people would come to kid's birthday party dressed in Halloween costumes."

Then I reminded them that a first-born child is often a week or more late. "That'd be cool, too," Jenna said.

That night in bed, as he ate me out, Norman said, "I don't want to know
our child's gender before it is born. I like the way it way it was when
you had to wait to find out."

I told him I could live with that. Then, as he slid into me he added,
"When should we think about a name for if we have a boy or if we have a
girl?"

As I could feel my orgasm approaching I said, "Not just now." Then I
groaned out loud as my orgasm hit, which in turn drew Norman's cum out
of his body and filled me up.

When we had subsided from our peaks I said to him, "You know, Grandpa,
it is a good thing you can only get pregnant once at a time, or you
might have just given me a second baby." Then I turned on my side,
pulled him around me, and drifted off to sleep.

When Sophia and Jenna came with me to my first examination by Dr.
Asbell, the obstetrician, they were as delighted as I was. But when I
took them next door to Doctor Willfong's office they became quite
nervous. But the nurse who took them back to the examination rooms made
them relax. And when they met Doctor Willfong, they were put at ease by
her easy-going manner.

Sophia wanted me with her for the exam part, so I stood behind her with
my hands on her shoulders until it was over. I then stepped out until
she was once again dressed. Jenna did not want me or her sister there
for the exam, but was glad we were there for her when she came out.

I led them to Dr. Willfong's office, and told them I would meet them out
in the waiting room when they had learned what Dr. Willfong would
discuss with them about birth control methods. They sat as I left.
Twenty minutes later two pensive young women found me and we went to my
vehicle. I took them to a Panera Bread Company store for lunch. We
bantered lightly but did not talk about anything related to their visit
to their new doctor.

That night, after dinner, Sophia wanted to talk to me privately. So
Jenna cuddled up with her father in the family room while I made cold
drinks and we went to her bedroom to talk. "Mom, I really was scared
about the exam part, because the doctor was going to see a part of me
that no one else ever has. But she made it so easy."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Sophia. Do you have any questions for me about any part of your visit to the doctor?"

"No, Mom, but I think you should talk to Jenna. She was tense during the
whole birth control discussion. I didn't know what to do for her, so I
held her hand. I don't know if that helped her or not."

I led her back to the family room where she traded places with Jenna. I
led Jenna to her room and just held her. I could feel how tense she was,
but she eventually relaxed in my arms. Then I kissed her on the lips,
to let her know that this was a celebration of sorts.

She said, "You know, Mom, Dad held me just like you did. He also kissed
me like you did. But I couldn't relax until you held me. And I'm glad
Sophia held my hand while Dr. Willfong talked about birth control
methods, because I was about to freak out."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Sure, as long as it's with you, I can do that," my younger daughter said.

"What bothered me most was having the doctor examining parts of me that I
have never seen. Of course, she was sweet and gentle, but if felt so
strange. And then to have that talk just made it worse. I'm glad I have
you, Dad and Sophia, because you all give me the love and support I
need."

"I understand, honey, and I'll love you like always. So will Dad. And
your sister should be the rock you rely on when you can't talk to us.
Let's go back out. I want to talk to all of you, now," I said.

We all were gathered in the family room. I sat on the sofa and gestured
for our daughters to sit on either side of me. When we were all settled I
addressed my husband, "Our daughters have been upset by their first
gynecological exam. I know you love them and want to comfort them. For
now, though, we need to have a women only discussion. Do you want to go
out or anything?"

Ever quick to catch my meaning, Norman said. "I think I'll go get us all
some chocolate ice cream. I'll be gone for about an hour. Will that
work?"

Three yes votes later he left the house, drove off, and left us there. Jenna giggled, "Elvis has left the building."

Sophia and I burst out laughing, and Jenna just joined in. After a few
minutes I said to them, "If you think that exam was hard wait until you
want your boyfriend to eat your pussy for the first time. Letting a man
look at you down there is much harder. But if you want oral sex, and
eventually you will, you'll endure it. And it is not really
embarrassing; it is just something you've never done before. You'll have
several gynecological exams in your lives, my daughters, so just let
them happen."

"Mom," Sophia asked, "Did you freak out at your first exam?"

"No, honey, because I had an older friend with me who had already been
through it herself. Just think: if this baby is a girl, one day one of
you might have to go with her for her first exam, especially if I'm busy
on the maternity ward. Or maybe both of you might go with her."

Jenna asked, "Do boys have to go through anything like this?"

I told her, "No, they don't. Their exam is most likely a check for
hernias. They should be tested for STD's before they have sex with any
female; but they don't. It's unfair, I know. But life isn't fair."

"Can we talk about the choices of birth control methods? I was confused by it all," Sophia said.

Jenna said, "Me too."

I will answer any questions you have that will tell you about the
methods. I won't influence your choice of one method over another. And I
would prefer that you not talk with each other about which method you
intend to choose. This should be your own choice, freely arrived at,
without outside influence. However, despite what you may hear
politicians say, abstinence is not a choice, because it leaves you
vulnerable to what some guy thinks, and guys are not reliable."

"We hear you, Mom," both girls said.

I said, "If either or both of you choose birth control pills, then you
will have to tell me, or Dad, when you need a refill. Otherwise, it is
your private business. Oh, you are scheduled to meet with Dr. Willfong,
separately, next week to make your selection. You can ask her anything
you want about your choice and she'll tell you what you need to know.
Listen, ask questions, and choose what works for you."

Suddenly the hour was up and Norman was back with a half-gallon of
chocolate ice cream. We all met up in the kitchen where the ice cream
was served and we enjoyed the rest of the evening.

The next day I had an extra long shift at the hospital because of two
moms who came in during the early afternoon, each six hours into labor
and almost fully dilated.

When I finally got home those wonderful daughters of ours had made us
homemade spaghetti and meatballs. Norman had been asked to bring home
loaves of bread from an Italian bakery, and he had turned one loaf into
homemade garlic bread.

It was a meal too high in carbohydrates for the adults, but our
daughters, who were very active in sports at school, just burned right
through the carbs. After the leftovers had been put away and the kitchen
cleaned the girls made a special request.

"Mom, we would like to volunteer in the maternity ward at the hospital.
We want to see what it is that you do there, and we want to help the
women patients."

Norman spoke up, saying, "That is just the sort of thing young ladies
your age could do to make a difference. You'll be sixteen, soon, and
will be able to drive yourselves to and from the hospital. As long as
your grades don't suffer, I'm all for it. I'll even pay for cabs to take
you there and bring you home, when necessary."

I said, trying to hold back tears of pride, "I'm sure the hospital would
be happy to have you two volunteer anywhere. We don't ever have enough
volunteers. Come to work with me tomorrow and we'll see if it can be
arranged."

In bed that night I told Norman that we were extra blessed to have these
wonderful daughters. He said that he hoped the new baby would be a
girl, too, because girls were fun to raise.

As the months passed into late spring and early summer, our daughters
turned sixteen. We had taught them how to drive cars with a standard
transmission, and when they obtained their driver's licenses we bought
them a good used Land Rover of their own. They now could drive
themselves to school, to the hospital, and anywhere else that we gave
them permission to go.

After three months volunteering on the maternity ward, Sophia elected to
work on the surgery ward, while Jenna worked on the intensive care
ward. Wherever they went, Nurse Woodson's daughters were made welcome
and they quickly learned their duties and carried them out to the
satisfaction of the doctors and nurses. I constantly received glowing
reports on their rapport with patients and hospital staff.

One day the head of the nursing school called the three of us into her
office. She addressed me first. "Nurse Woodson, your daughters are
exemplary volunteers, and everyone they work with appreciates their
work."

Then she turned to my daughters, saying, "Sophia, Jenna, if you would
like to become nurses like your mother, I am prepared to hold two places
for you for the fall after you graduate high school. And I am prepared
to offer you full-tuition scholarships should you choose to study with
us, as your mother did. You have two years to think about this, and it
will not reflect negatively on your mother if you decide not to accept
this offer.

"But you are those rare people with great empathy for the patients
combined with great dedication to the work, and we would be honored to
have you. Just let me know your decision within one week of your high
school graduation. If either or both of you decline, that will allow me
to offer your place and scholarship to someone else. I'll look forward
to hearing from you."

Did we walk out of her office? Did we float out? None of us could say.
We just suddenly found ourselves at home, grinning from ear to ear when
Norman arrived. I let the girls tell him the news as I just beamed with
pride.

"Well," Norman said, "I just always knew my daughters were special, and I
am so proud that the people at the hospital know that as well. This
calls for a celebratory dinner. Where shall we go?" he asked, knowing
full well what the answer would be. "Outback," the girls replied in
unison. I said, "Let's go."

As we ate the girls talked about the idea of taking up nursing careers
like mine. "Don't get us wrong, Dad," Sophia said, "We would gladly
consider working in your business. But as long as we've known Mom, she
has been the person we most wanted to be like. This would be a chance to
live that ideal."

Jenna said, "Besides, we haven't worked in your business. We know
nothing about it. And helping other people seems like a worthwhile
career path."

"Well, my beautiful and amazing daughters, I can't fault your reasoning.
If you want to learn about my business, I'd be happy to show you. But
you are your mother's daughters: caring, compassionate, and wanting to
make this community a better place. My business is not about that. So if
you both want to become nurses, and you want to take the hospital up on
its offer, I say that they had better watch out. The two of you could
set standards so high few other students would be able to match you."
With that he hugged each twin and, when no one was watching, kissed her
on the lips.

Our daughters each wrote a letter of acceptance to the head of the
nursing school. Then they applied themselves to their studies as late
Summer turned into Fall and I waddled through my work, preparing for my
own stay in the maternity ward. On November 5th of that year our
daughter Angelina was born. Two loving parents brought her home to two
eager, older sisters. I was sore, but proud of my newest daughter.

The day after Angie was born, I had the twins join me as I nursed the
baby. As I did so I spoke to them. "Sophia, Jenna, this baby, born of my
body, is not more important to me than you are. I love you all equally.
Should I become so involved in Angie's life that I seem to forget you,
just remind me of this conversation.'

"Gee, Mom," Jenna said, "You never had to nurse us or change our
diapers, so how could we be jealous of you doing that for our sister.
And for the record, the idea of having a baby sister is as exciting to
me as anything could be."

Sophia added, "Mom, you loved us long before Angie became possible. And
since we are too old to be jealous of her, we only want to do whatever
we can to help take care of her. Having a baby sister, after sixteen
years of just having Jenna, is like a bonus. I love both of my sisters."

I thanked them both. Then Angie chose that precise moment to burp her
agreement with her twin sisters. Everyone giggled except Angie, who
elected to fall asleep.

The time flew by. The twins graduated high school and we had a big party
for them. Little Angie cheered her older sisters at the party. Then,
before we knew it, it was time for them to start nursing school.

One day they came home with strange expressions on their faces. It was
my day off so I watched them walk in and knew that something had
happened. I hugged them and asked if they wanted to tell me what the
problem was.

Finally Jenna spoke, "There is this one guy in our class who is an
absolute asshole. He just decided to grope us without even asking if we
were interested. Sophia broke his nose, and I kicked him in the balls.
He threatened to have us arrested."

I said, "Tell your father when he comes home."

"Tell me what?" Norman asked, having come in just behind the twins. So
Jenna repeated what she had told me. He hugged the twins and told them
that they had done well to show the asshole that such behavior is not
acceptable.

"Meanwhile, if he does try to have you two arrested, call me
immediately, and don't fuss with the police. I'll take care of that.
There is no way that any charges will ever stick. I love you and I'll be
there for you."

Fortunately, the other guys in class with them made protecting our twins
their mission. And word eventually filtered up to the head of the
nursing school, who summoned the student and security to her office.

To the student she said, "Because of your behavior towards the Groves
twins, I am rescinding your enrollment in this school, and canceling
your financial aid. You have five minutes to gather your personal
effects.

Officer Pendley will escort you to your locker. You may leave your
textbooks there. Then he will escort you from the building. Any attempt
to resist and charges will be filed against you with the District
Attorney, both by the school and by the Groves twins. If I were you I
would leave this community and never return. Officer Pendley, remove
this trash from my office."

Pendley replied, "With great pleasure, Madam Chairwoman." Then the office was once again hers, alone.

Little Angelina Groves was a delightful addition to the household. She
rarely fussed. She loved her Momma and Poppa, and adored her older
sisters. Even when she hit what was supposed to be the "Terrible two's,"
she was just too sweet.

She especially loved the fact that Momma or one her sisters would give
her a bath, just before bedtime; and then Poppa would carry her to her
bed, tuck her in, and read her a story, just as he had done with her
Momma at that age.

At two and half she was enrolled in a Montessori day care center that
had replace Kinder Kastle as the preschool/day care center of choice.
Angie made friends easily, and always was first to help a classmate who
was struggling. And if a child got hurt, Angie stayed with that child
until adults came to take care of the injured student.

These traits stayed with her throughout her elementary, middle school
and high school years. Gifted academically, a natural athlete running
track and swimming, she was the natural choice to be valedictorian of
her high school graduating class. Her older sisters and her mother took
the day off from their respective nursing careers to be there for Angie.

Now 90, her Dad was brought in by wheel chair, pushed by his devoted
sons-in-law. He knew that he might not live to see her graduate nursing
school as her mother and sisters had done before her, yet he knew that
she wanted that as a career. So her graduation present from him was a
fully paid tuition voucher to any nursing school in the state. Along
with that there was a present of a voucher for all of her textbooks from
her mother and sisters.

Her Mom, at 48, had retired from active nursing 10 years earlier and
accepted the chairwoman's position at the nursing school. In seventeen
more years she would retire completely. She knew that Norman would
probably not live that long, but she would treasure every day that she
had with him. Pleased that her twins had loving husbands and solid
careers, she could devote herself to Angelina without hesitation.

When Angie stood before her fellow graduates, she smiled and asked, "Why
do they call this commencement, which means beginning, when we are
ending our high school careers? Is it because we are about to begin the
next phase of our lives? Is it because we are now free to do what we
wish, instead of what others have told us to do?

"No! It is because the world is now in our hands. WE will determine,
over the next 50 years, what is important, what is unimportant, and who
will be the leaders of business, industry, entertainment and politics.
If we like something, others will too. WE will set the rules. WE will
even change the game, if we wish. WE will control the world's economy
for decades to come.

"So that is why they call it commencement. To paraphrase Al Pacino in
'The Devil's Advocate,' it's our time now. If there is any inspiration
to be had from my words, let it be to make the most of our time, not
just now, but as long as we live. Thank you."

The ovation from her classmates and their families was deafening. All of
us appreciated Angie's words. And she didn't stop smiling until we all
went out to dinner and she had to use her mouth to eat.

As our meal concluded, Norman indicated that he wished to speak to all
of us. He said, "I have had two daughters of my body, and four daughters
of my soul. And there is not one that I have loved more, or less, than
any of the others.

"But, Angie, you have lived up to your heritage beautifully. Now I don't
know how many more years I will have with you sweetheart, but even
after I'm gone I'll be only as far as your memories. Meanwhile I just
want you to know that your old Dad loves you and I always will."

I said, "My darling daughter, you have made your brothers-in-law proud.
You have made your sisters proud. As you just heard, you have made your
father proud. And I don't have enough words to tell you how proud of you
I am. Just know that you are always loved, and you are never alone."

Grandpa left us two years later. He did get to see Angie join me, and her sisters, as a nurse, before passing in his sleep.